Alright. When I posted last month, it was about Spring coming to our town. So why, as I write this not even a month later, does it feel like Summer? As I like to put it, Spring seems to be having an identity crisis.
Not that I'm complaining. Summer, for me, has always been my favorite season. Even stifling heat is preferable to bitter cold. And it means I get to listen to the white noise of the hallway fan which, despite having tune or rhythm, is quite soothing.
And then there's A/C. Me and the A/C have something of a love/hate relationship. As an environmentalist, the air conditioner is supposed to be my sworn enemy. But I'll admit; I love it. I love the smell, and the sound, and the feel. A room with the A/C on always seems to feel safer. Perhaps because it signals Summer? Some sort of Pavlovian response in a creature designed to greatly look forward to the months without the trials of Winter? Or maybe, just maybe, I'm overthinking it and it's just a quirk.
And now, dear readers, I have proven that I can ramble for a good amount of time about almost anything. Adieu.
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